Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
In hopes that St. soon would be there
The were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a winter's nap

When out on the there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter
Away to the window I like a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the lustre of mid-day to below
When, what to my wondering should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny

a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild fly
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky
So up to the the coursers they flew
With the sleigh of toys, and St. Nicholas too

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing and pawing of each little
As I drew in my hand, and was around
Down the chimney St. came with a bound

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his

His eyes, how twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow
And the beard of his was as white as the snow

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
He had a broad and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself
A of his eye and a twist of his head
gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
And filled all the stockings, then with a jerk
And laying his aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle
And away they all like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night"